That night, the golden pillar of light that shot up from the direction of Undying Mountain lit up half the Forgotten River.
Almost every cultivator stared blankly in that direction.
"That's..."
"An extraordinary treasure has emerged?!"
Soon, the entire Forgotten River was seething.
Sects large and small-any with a little strength-were all rushing in that direction.
Some said it was an extraordinary treasure, some said it was an ancient site, and others said a divine beast had descended into the world.
Yet when they reached the area, what they saw was no extraordinary treasure.
It was a valley.
A massive stone stood at the valley entrance.
Three characters were carved into it:
Undying Mountain.
The crowd stopped outside the valley entrance, exchanging looks.
What was this place?
When had it sprung up?
Someone bold tried to walk inside, only to be pinned in place by a gaze the moment he took a step.
It was a donkey.
The donkey held his face slightly raised, his gaze imperious as he looked down upon the dense crowd before him.
His expression practically said, "This donkey guards this place. The lot of you, withdraw at once."
The cultivators: "..."
What... was going on?
Just then, several more sounds of rushing air came from the valley.
Several figures rose from the mountainside and, within a few breaths, landed above the valley entrance.
They stood suspended in the air.
One wore red, her arms folded, a small booklet faintly visible, her eyes cold.
One had silver eyes, his chin propped on his hand, a faint smile playing at his lips.
One had white hair and stood with his hands behind his back, wisps of black energy curling around him, his face turned sideways to the crowd.
One waved a jade fan intermittently, smiling so broadly